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bouncybongfairy · 10 months ago
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Hello! Could I request some dark smut with Lip? I can also be more specific if you'd like! No worries if you don't want to write it! Also I just found your blog and love your writing! 💕
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Fucked Back Into Reality
Lip Gallagher x Fem Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Lip, hadn't talked to you in a couple of days. After having several conversations about this reoccuring problem, you decied to give him the cold shoulder. He reminds you why doing this is a riskey game.
Word Count: 2.0k+
TW: Rough Smut, Brat Kink, Masocism.
Ref Account: @kaionyx
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It’s a bitterly cold day in Chicago’s south side. The type of cold where everyone at school is more concerned about staying warm than fashion. You were walking to school, both your parents left for work before you woke up. The school was too close to home for bus services so walking was really the only option. After trying to get in touch with Lip for the past two days, you were now on strike from being nice to him. You weren’t ignorant, Lip had a lot going on at home which meant his undivided attention was rare. Sometimes you wished he would just shoot you a text like: hey super busy day, love you / shits been crazy, talk to you when i can. Having this conversation in the past, you weren’t going to bother having it again. It surprised you to see Lip sitting on the front steps of the school; early which he never was. You started walking up the steps, he stood up and flicked his cigarette bud into the snow. 
“Hey,” he said, you just looked at him and kept walking to your locker. 
“Oh come one, you’re ignoring me?” he asked, leaning up against the mental lockers as you emptied your things into the locker. 
“Seems familiar doesn’t it,” you say, referencing him not reaching out for the past couple days. 
“Yeah but mine was accidental not bratty,” he chuckled. Maybe it was because you haven't eaten or smoked that morning but that comment enraged you. Slamming your locker and walking toward first period, leaving him in the hall. 
Just your luck to have chemistry as the first class of the day. The teacher took 20 minutes to calm the class down. Kids play fighting with each other or flirting in the back of the room. Groups of students in their cliques, not paying any mind to the instructions given. You felt bad for the teacher, I'm sure she thought an education career would help so many teens. Only to be placed in one of the most poorly funded schools in the state. You didn’t feel too bad though, it only meant less work for you. Lip liked the fact that you cared about your grades, that you had a plan after highschool. As stupid as Lip was acting, you also liked how smart he was. You complained about it alot but you liked how he didn’t fall for your little tricks and games. He doesn’t chase you, or let you push him over. Most guys were just so emotionally unintelligent, not to mention Lip was more mature when it came to sex. The last couple guys you were with didn’t even talk while you fucked. Didn’t know what foreplay was or understand a woman's body. Lip had a really good understanding of when to be gentle or rough. When he would whisper things in your ear it always felt so natural and smooth. There were times when your stomach would randomly flip when thinking about the nasty things he’d told or done to you. Maybe part of the reason you had some animosity towards Lip was because you had been sexually frustrated. For the past couple weeks you felt like you were practically throwing yourself at him and he wasn’t in the mood. Of course you respected that, you just missed him was all; maybe a specific part of him. At lunch he came up to you from behind and hugged you. Still feeling quite stubborn, you allowed it but acted like you didn’t care. 
“You still mad?” he whispers into your ear which makes your skin break out with goosebumps. He slides his hands down from your waist to your hips.
“I know we haven’t talked but I’m here now, let’s ditch for the rest of the day,” he said, pressing his lips against your neck. As much as you wanted to give in and agree, you still wanted to make a point. Pushing his hands away, you grab your backpack and walk away without acknowledging him. If he wanted to brand you as a brat then you’d give him his money's worth. 
It was the last period, and everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Some kids just left when they were ready and the teacher didn’t care. He just sat there, staring with cold dead eyes at his computer. Daren was consistently trying his best to spark conversation with you, all he talked about was how he ran track but he was trying his best. The heaters were blasting inside the school because it was snowing. The classroom windows were wet with condensation which made you feel sticky. Becoming overstimulated you decide to leave early, excusing yourself and walking out. Daren followed you into the hallway, 
“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to stay after school and watch me practice? Maybe I can take you out after, or something?” he asks. 
“Oh sorry I can't. I actually have a ton of homework so, maybe next time?” you say walking away, happy that you’re avoiding the rush of people flooding out the front gates. 
Normally Lip would walk you home but you didn’t see him. Your willpower that was fueling your grudge was weakening. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and seeing if he texted you; he didn’t. Looking back you were feeling silly about your actions because look where they led you. It was really cold, snow sticking to your hair and eyelashes. Once you finally got home, Lip was waiting on the porch which took you by surprise. You went to greet him, this is when you noticed he looked angry. He didn’t even say anything to you, even after opening the door and letting the both of you in. 
“How’s Daren?” he asks, once you both get to your bedroom. 
“What?” you asked confused. 
“Well you talked to him all last period and even after you left,” he said, sitting on your bed and lighting a cig. 
“Okay first of all, I only talk to him for like two seconds. He asked me to watch him practice and I said no,” you defend yourself. 
“That’s two seconds more than you talked to me today,” he remarked. 
“Lip that’s not even fair,” you say, which made him smirk and shake his head as he took a drag. 
“Do you even hear yourself? ‘tHat’s nOt fAiR’ whining like a baby who didn’t get their way. Why were you so offended that I called you a brat even though you’re acting just like one,” he said.
“What are you trying to scare me?” you ask while laughing.
“Trying?” he asked rhetorically. 
You rolled your eyes and started to change into comfortable clothes. While you were only in your bra and underwear, Lip came behind you and ripped the lace material of the panties. You gasp and go to turn around but he presses you against the closet door. Intertwining his hand into your hair, gripping it so tight strands of hair were being pulled out. His dick was extremely hard and feeling it pressed against your ass immediately excited you. Moving your head slightly so he can start kissing and biting your neck. His breathing was hard and with his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat. As he marked your neck, whimpers and moans were escaping your mouth. 
“Since you were feeling so brave today let’s hope you keep that energy,” he growled into your ear. 
“You gonna try and teach me a lesson?” you asked with a patronizing tone.
He chuckled and led you to the bed by your hair. Your heart was racing, your sexlife was by no means bland however, this was the first time he was this rough. It felt like the two of you were breaking the rules or something. Like discovering new and daunting territories. He reached his hand down and started feeling you through the hole in your panties he made. He let out a moan once he felt how wet you were. 
“You are such a fucking slut, good to know being put in your place is all it takes for you to soak your panties,” he said, letting go of your hair. 
He sat up onto his knees, instead of fully stripping his clothes, he just pulled his dick out of his zipper. Rubbing the tip against your pussy. Your chest was pressed against the mattress but your ass was pressed against his shaft. You start to rock your hips back and forth against him but he starts spanking his hands against your ass. The pain was so bad it burned, you thought he’d stop after a couple times but he kept going. Wanting to show you were handling the smacks, you try your best to take them without complaint. He was unrelenting and you finally begin to squirm away, which seemed to humor him,
“The more you fight and squirm, the more I wanna fuck you,” he said, running his nails down your now bright red ass. 
“Fuck just do it already then,” you whine, in response he spits at your face. 
“Cum slut’s don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, pushing himself into your twitching and leaking pussy.
The feeling was enough to make your eyes roll back. After weeks of Lip blue-balling you, the sensation of being filled by him was pure bliss. He was going at a painfully slow rate, pulling himself fully in and out of you after every thrust. As pleasurable as it was, you’d do anything to get him to speed up. Unable to rock your own hips, you kick your feet a little in protest. This made him laugh and slow down even further. He grabbed your wrists and pressed them against your lower back, taking full control of your body. You were dripping down both thighs and tears pooled in your eyes. You were at your limit with his teasing, tightly clenching around him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back, feeling too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Tears had stained your cheeks and your hair was in complete disarray from being yanked and pulled. He crawled on top of you and started pushing his tip in and out. You were bucking your hips up, tears coming back as he teased relentlessly. 
“You’re sensitive here? Perfect spot to abuse huh?” he asked sarcastically, using one hand to smack his cock against your pussy.
In your own little world, trying to cum with what little friction he was giving you. He finally stops and instead wraps his hands around your neck. Then starts pounding into you, slowly tightening his grip over time. You were feeling dizzy and foggy, letting out a moan every time his length fully pressed into you. He was grunting and groaning, a couple beads of sweat dropping onto the bed from how much he was exerting himself. The closer you got to your orgasm the tighter his grip on your throat became. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. He seemed to be hummored by this and started to mock you. 
“Can’t breathe? Good,” he chuckled. 
The mixture of degradation and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to send you over the edge. Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. He was chasing his own climax, seeing and feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. Rutting into you with no regard for you, as if you were nothing but a toy for him. Seeing how he turned you into such a slutty mess made him feel feral. It wasn’t until he was fully finished that he removed his hands from your neck. After a small coughing fit, you began to come too. Lip was already up, using his shirt to clean you up. Pulling your hair out of your face and into a messy bun. You were half dead, completely exhausted and worn down. He laid down next to you, rubbing your back and whispering affirmations into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could. 
“I’m glad I could fuck the attitude out of you,” he said, as you fell asleep.
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theapangea · 2 years ago
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I actually posted about this but I thought a fun dynamic to play with for lip and his girlfriend would be lip and a non drinker. Shes like the designated driver caregiver and the gallaghers love her because after parties they all magically wake up in their beds and lip just really values her more than life, like hes so in love its insane
A million times yes to this!! I love the idea of soft!Lip. Hope you love it!!
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Soft 4 You
Lip Gallagher x reader
A/N: This is told from Lip's perspective which I think just lets us get into his head and how he feels about you. If you see any mistakes, no you didn't.
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Summer in the Southside means two things - sweating your ass off during the day and partying until you black out at night. For Lip, the getting drunk off of your ass was all part of the fun, especially when he knew you were around to make sure he got home safely. 
The events of last night quickly fade away as the sunshine peeks through the makeshift curtain pinned to the wall. The whipping sound from the fan turns into a high pitch ring causing Lip to groan. His heartbeat pounding right behind his eyes as the beginning of a headache settles in. 
The feeling of his brain wanting to burst out of his skull makes him grab his pillow, placing it over his face, half covering himself from the sun and the other half suggesting that maybe death is a better way to deal with this hangover. His arm stretches out to feel around the bed, but it's empty, the presence of you long gone on this painful morning, if you could still call it morning. 
Pushing on the pillow more, the pressure lightly helping with the deadly headache. Squeezing his eyes tighter as the image of you begins to form inside his eyelids. Your smile, your voice, your laughter dancing around Lip’s head, the only solace from the raging migraine.
He wants to live inside his mind forever. The memories playfully swirl through his head as a warm, fuzzy feeling brews inside his chest. His heart beats faster just by thinking of you, the way you brighten a room, how you carry yourself, selflessly putting others before you. Caring for his siblings as if they are your own, stepping up to take the responsibility of the household on your shoulders. 
Since Lip met you, he has promised himself that he will become a better man for you. Become the partner that you deserve, striving everyday to do so. Lip wants you to have the world, hoping one day he can be the one to give it to you. 
Lip is so helplessly in love with you that he definitely doesn’t mind the fall.
The cotton mouth is too much to handle as he just lays there in his own sweat. He thinks if he waits here long enough that at some point you will show up, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, fingers rubbing over his chest, your sweet scent engulfing his nose. But sadly he can’t wait that long.
Groaning as he lifts himself onto his elbows, blinking a couple of times as his surroundings become clear, the headache throbbing more with every move. His eyes trailing along the room before seeing the tall glass of water that sits on the dresser. Smacking his lips a couple of times as he wants nothing more than to drink something. 
Pushing himself up, a small puddle of sweat lay underneath as he scoots to the edge, the bedsheet sticking to his legs as he fumbles to stand up. Using the dresser as leverage so he doesn’t fall.
The faint hint of a smile appears as he comes face to face with the water and next to it, two Advil and a little note that says ‘take these’ signed with a heart in the corner and your initial. His heart skips a beat as his fingers trace over your delicate handwriting. Barely being able to think straight because of the hangover and now you got his mind racing a million miles an hour with your love. 
Quickly raking a hand through his hair before swallowing the pills and chugging the water. Closing his eyes to allow the medicine to relieve some of his pain, knowing it will take longer than a couple of seconds. 
Tripping over himself as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Leaving his room to wobble down the hallway and descend down the stairs to the kitchen. The sound of chatter and laughter fill Lip’s head, wishing the happy sounds weren’t causing his head to pound more. Finally stopping on the bottom step as he observes the scene in front of him. 
Deb’s and Carl’s laughter fill the small room as you are telling a funny story. Your voice erupts louder as the punchline comes, sending them into fits of laughter. Their faces tell how much they enjoy having you around, the way you bring a sort of calmness to the house. Turning it into a home.
The kitchen is a bit of a mess as the grand breakfast you made - pancakes, eggs, bacon - sits on top of the stove. The dining table is messy as Lip can tell you just finished eating. Taking your time with his siblings to bond with them and get to know them on a deeper level. 
He couldn’t love you any more than in this exact moment. Without you knowing he was around. 
Lip gets pulled from his thoughts when Ian comes racing down the stairs behind him, patting Lip on the shoulder while he passes by. Prompting you to turn towards them both, a huge smile forming on your face, the kind where your eyes grow smaller and your cheeks grow bigger.
And God did that damn smile light a fire inside of him that he will let burn forever.
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what did you think ??? thank you for reading !
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deedala · 2 months ago
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Ian x Mickey + How to Disappear: A Traveler's Guide for Delinquents and Miscreants
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buggybambi · 11 months ago
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gallagher next door | lip gallagher
lip learns an interesting fact about you and has to change it. ─ 1.43k ─ nsfw content, minors dni! (fem/afab!reader, 'angel', 'honey', other pet names used, oral - f recieving, unwrapped p in v, fingering, friends to lovers, no use of y/n)
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Lip Gallagher’s throwing pebbles at your window, and it doesn't surprise you.
Lip had been your best friend for a few years now. He was the boy you went to for dating advice, you were the one he went to for his crazy family dramas and advice on what to do most of the time. You two were each other’s soulmate, as people joked.
Ever since you moved to Chicago nearly sixteen years ago and met Lip as the boy next door, you knew there was something unique about him. Something that drew you to him naturally.
He’d made a habit most recently of climbing into your window to talk. Late night thoughts, troubes. Anything and everything, all he had to do was throw small enough sized pebbles to get your attention and you’d sneak him in through the front door up to your bedroom.
Sure enough, it was happening again tonight. An oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts, you stuck your head out into the cold summer air. Finding Lip down below as you hum. “Whatcha doing, Gallagher?” You ask.
“Hey, there’s the prettiest girl. Do you look prettier then the last time I saw you?” He asks, head tilted up at you as your roll your eyes. “You saw me this morning, Lip.” You comment.
"Point stands, sweetness. You gonna make me stand here all night or do I get to come in?" He asks. You pause like you're contemplating it before you giggle, rushing downstairs and opening the front door. "Your parents home?" He questions as he hangs his coat up.
You shake your head. "Business conference." You answer as you walk upstairs with him. He plops himself down on your bed, grabbing one of your stuffed rabbits and playing with its ears. You sit beside him. "Have you eaten today?" It's always the first thing you ask him, knowing he can either get so busy and forget, or just forget to eat in general.
"Nah. Had oatmeal Fi made this morning, though. Wasn't very good." He answers as you frown. "Lip, that was like eight in the morning. It's almost.." you give a glance to the clock. ".. nine pm. Let me make you something. Mac and cheese?" You offer, remembering it's one of the boys favorites.
He lets out a soft groan. "That sounds better then head right now. You know me so well." He says as he sits up. You laugh nervously. "I wouldn't know but.. whatever you say." You comment.
He stares at you. "No one's ever gone down on you?" He asks, all seriousness in his voice. You roll your eyes. "Don't call it that, Lip. But to answer, no." You say with a shrug.
You frown as he continues to stare. "It's not a big deal." You mumble. He shakes his head. "No, no I just- I guess I assumed an ex would have offered or something at least."
"I don't know. One guy.. tried I guess.. but he wasn't very good and he stopped just like, a minute in cause I took too long." You answer.
"Okay.. angel, can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can."
"You trust me, right?" He takes a step. "Of course I do, Lip, more than anyone." He nods. "Next question.." He says.
"Would you let me taste you?" He's suddenly standing closer to you, just within arms reach.
Your eyes meet his instantly as you stare at him. "Lip-" You begin to speak but cut yourself off, shaking your head. "I don't want you to feel like you have to or anything, and I don't want this to change things between us."
"It won't. You trust me, don't you? I wanna do this." He says, pressing his forehead against yours. You stare at him before you exhale. "Okay." You agree, your voice soft.
It doesn't take long after that for his lips to be on yours, kissing you slowly. Your hands sit at your side before you think to move them, wrapping them around his neck. His find your waist, slowly beginning to move you toward the bed, letting you fall back first as you smile against his lips.
His hands explore new areas, as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You let him do as he pleases, your hands gripping at fabric as he pulls away, beginning to kiss down your jaw.
“Lip.” You moan as he begins sucking on your neck. He only pulls away to remove your shirt, so he can have easier access to your chest. Kissing down your chest, hands on your thighs as you let out soft moans that he thinks are heavenly.
He then removes your shorts, removing his own shirt. Hands kneeding at the skin at your thighs, as he begins kissing down your stomach. You let out impatient whines as he smirks against the skin. “Patience, angel. Gotta take my time with you, y’know?” He whispers to himself as he finally reaches your wet cunt.
“So wet f’me, aren’t you?” He asks softly, the only sound filling the room was the fan blowing in the corner. You can't answer, anticipation stopping you as you just nod, staring at the ceiling. Staring at Lip as his nose bumps against your clit seems impossible.
He gently slides his tongue past your wet folds, your body wanting to arch at the sudden intrusion of his tongue in you. He holds your hips down, only moving away from placing kisses on your clit to gently insert a finger in you. "Taste so sweet, angel." He whispers.
Your mind is fogged, the only thought being one thing: Lip. Needing to feel him, you reach a hand down to run a hand on his hair. He grins, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh as he adds a second finger. He begins leaving a hickey on the inside of your thigh, as he arches his fingers.
He removes them, replacing them instead with his tongue. Eating you like a man starved. He can't stop, he tells himself that he cannot stop. Grinding into the mattress, the only thought plaguing his mind is you. How sweet you taste, how tight you feel. The way his jaw is soaked with you.
"Lip, I'm close." You moan softly, as he kneeds the skin on your thigh.
"Come for me, sweetheart." He requests, and you do so. Letting yourself fall apart for him, as you throw your head back.
He grins, as he pulls away. "I need to feel you, Lip, please." You beg, and he's already removing his pants and freeing himself from his boxers. "Okay, okay.. now, honey, I can grab a condom but-"
"No, please. I'm on the pill, we're safe." You confirm with a nod, as you stare at him. He laughs, as he kisses you again as he slides himself past your folds, giving a quiet warning before he inserts himself into you.
You let out a mix of a gasp and a moan, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to push him deeper. "Shit, angel." He mumbles as he does go a bit deeper in you, thrusting ever so slowly.
“Squeezing around me so tight, yeah? This - fuck - pussy was just made for me, wasn’t it?” He asks, knowing you’re too fucked out to respond with anything more then nods and moans.
“Good girl. Taking me so well, yeah?” He asks, a hand snaking through between your bodies, finding your clit and his fingers rubbing small circles on it. “Could stay here forever, y’know? Just live right here with you..”
You don't hear most of his incoherent rambles except for one more thing: a very soft "I love you."
"Lip, 'm close." You signal as you run a hand through his hair. He continues rubbing circles on your clit, as he buries his face in your neck. "Let go f'me, sweetness." He pleads softly.
You give in, your climax succeeding as you sigh into the mattress. He doesn't last long after that, spilling into you before pulling out swiftly.
Neither of you say anything until you remember what he mumbled. An I love you. "Did you mean it? When you.. you said you loved me?" You question. You're really asking if he meant as a friend or as more.
He looks over at you. "I've been in love with you since I met you, sweetness, of course I meant it.” He answers. You stare at him for a moment before you kiss him again.
Things definetly couldn’t be the same between you two.
˙ ✩°˖🌸 ⋆。˚꩜
shine on, shine on, my loves!
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- mae
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buzzcutlip · 5 months ago
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( this is carmenberzattosgf on my main!!)
Time for a horny request 🚶‍♀️I’ve been thinking HEAVILY on a fwb situation with lip while in college 🧎🏼‍♀️ and when he hears you went out with some frat bro he gets so jealous and it’s a “I can fuck you better than him” type of situation
You know I love Lip! This one is for you, Olive 💌
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Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Explicit 800+ words
Never in a million years would you guess that Lip Gallagher is into you. He’s annoying, cocky, loud, and probably a borderline alcoholic and criminal—exactly the type of guy your parents warned you about. That’s why you find him so attractive. Secretly.
He likes the bad boy reputation, and you know him well enough to know that it’s mostly an act. You’ve had a soft spot for each other ever since the first year. He would help you with trigonometry, and in return, you would pick him up when drunk in faraway bars. The friends-with-benefits situation is another level to your friendship.
Lip’s room is dark when you stumble in, and he instantly pushes you toward the bed, tackling you down into the sheets. They smell and feel fresh.
Your puffer jacket disappears with remarkable speed, as well as your cardigan. Lip’s quick and efficient when he’s getting you out of your clothes, like always. He just seems a tad more frantic tonight.
“Hey,” you try to slow him down when he’s attempting to get his hand in your panties without unbuttoning your skinny jeans. “What’s gotten into you?”
Lip only looks up when you tug at the collar of his shirt.
“The captain of the lacrosse team, really?” he says, and suddenly everything makes sense.
You throw your head back as you laugh. “I didn’t know we were exclusive.”
Lip bites at your bare neck, hard and mean, and you frown. “Yeah—but I’m still the best.”
You roll your eyes and pout, staying quiet as Lip gets up and switches the light on. Even if you wanted to be shy, there’s no option like that with Lip—he wants to see you and everything when you fuck.
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The third time Lip tries to kiss you, your hand springs up, getting a good grip on his chin. “No kissing,” you hiss, eyes narrowed.
Lip has his long fingers inside you, reaching for your G-spot for the past twenty minutes, teasing you meanly. Every time he brushes the spongy bit of flesh, you tense, feeling like you might come at that moment. Or pee yourself; the sensations are so similar yet different that you can hardly tell them apart. But Lip withdraws his fingers, leaving you empty and wanting. Because Lip promised he would fuck you so good that you will never want anyone else. His words, not yours.
“If you want to occupy my mouth, then let me blow you,” you say crudely, knowing it won’t shock someone like Lip Gallagher.
“This is about you,” he reminds you seriously, then smirks.
It’s always like that with Lip—an easy banter, joking and silliness until it turns to desperation and passion and need. You never catch the exact moment of the transition.
Lip takes his sticky fingers out and pushes your top up, revealing your belly and bra.
“Did he take the time to touch you like this? To touch your tits?” Fuck. You arch into his mouth as soon as Lip pulls your snug sports bra above your breasts, freeing them. He knows how sensitive they are, how crazy you get when he pays attention to them.
You moan in approval as he starts licking the soft flesh, pulling on one of your nipples with those wet fingers. Wet from you.
“If—if this is about me—” you get out, voice breathy and hoarse, “—would you please fuck me already?”
Lip keeps massaging your tits, kissing and biting all over them, and grinds his groin against yours. He’s still wearing his jeans and the denim drags roughly against your naked center. You’re not very far away from begging.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Lip taunts you from somewhere between your knees, obviously needing to dominate the moment. You must be louder than you thought. Usually, with Lip, you try to stay pretty quiet. The grip you have on his hair tightens minutely, and Lip groans.
It’s not often that you fuck missionary—your aversion, not his. The problem—the good problem—with Lip is that his dick is the perfect shape for your vagina, or something, and when you have sex face to face, laying down, the head of his cock hits perfectly the right places within you. So usually, when you don’t want to come in the first three minutes, you have to really concentrate.
He doesn’t let you have your way tonight. “I wanna see you.”
You try to wriggle from underneath him, but Lip holds you fast. “Lip,” you grunt, pouting.
“I wanna see your face when you come. When I make you come.”
You blush, hard. You’re not surprised to hear Lip’s dirty talk. You’re surprised that it affects you this much. Maybe there's more at stake here than just another night of physical connection.
“I’ll make it so good,” he babbles while putting a condom on.
And he does. Makes it so, so good.
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Coffee and Regret • Lip Gallagher
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Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader
Tags: Angst, reference to past relationship
Notes: References Season 8 Episode 12. Does anyone even still write for this? I don’t know, I just started rewatching Shameless and this poor baby…
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“So… you slept with her?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes shut tight as you struggle to adjust to the sudden brightness of the overhead kitchen light. Lip sinks down in his chair, his head held in his hands, elbows propped up on the island.
“Yeah.”
“And she told you she loved you?” You shake your head a little, trying to clear some of the fuzziness from your tired mind.
“Yep.” His fingers tighten in the curly locks. The coffee pot began making the familiar and comforting bubbling sound as the sweet scent of caffeine began filling the kitchen.
“And you said it back?”
“Yep.”
“But you don’t?” You grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet, setting them on the counter with a soft ‘clink’.
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“No. Maybe. I… I don’t know,” Lip sighed, defeat clear on his features. You gave him a sort of crooked half-smile, the kind you only ever gave him when it was obvious he fucked up but you didn’t wanna say it. You yawned as you filled the mugs with coffee, taking in his exhausted expression.
“Huh…”
You slid a cup of coffee over to him, taking a seat on your own stool next to his and taking a long drink of the bitter-sweet liquid.
“Huh?” Lip repeated, mocking the sound. “This is the part where you say something, I don’t know… helpful?”
“I don’t know what to say,” you defended yourself quickly. “Sounds like a mess.”
“Wow.” Lip raises his upper lip in a kind of snarl, his tone becoming sharper. “Thanks for the observation, captain fuckin’ obvious.”
“Hey, don’t be an asshole to me. I told you not to get involved.” You sit back in your chair, the mug held tightly in your palms.
“Yeah, well…” Lip rolls his eyes, the knuckles of his balled up fist hitting softly on the counter as he thinks. “I got involved, anyway.”
“And that’s not my problem. Sierra fucks up your head and you know that.” You regret the statement as soon as you say it, knowing it’s always been a sensitive topic. Lips eyes snap up to you, narrowing slightly.
“It’s not her fault.”
“Look, I’m not blaming her,” you shrug, folding your arms across your chest. “I’m just saying when you’re around her you lose your shit.”
“I didn’t lose my shit!” His tone is harsh, snapping the words in an icy venom. You recoil slightly with a sarcastic scoff.
“Nah, you’re obviously cool, Lip. That’s why you’re in my kitchen at,” you pause to look at the clock on the microwave, “3:42am.”
Lip deflates even further, instantly regretting his tone. He runs his hand harshly across his face.
“I’m sorry, ok?” His voice softens, sad blue eyes avoiding your gaze. “I just… I didn’t know what to do and it was either come here or a bar.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you picked here.” You hesitate for a moment, sighing finally when you decides to just be honest. “You want my opinion?”
Lip nods - barely, but it’s there.
“If you loved her, like… really, truly loved her… you wouldn’t be questioning it.”
Deep down he knows you’re right. Guilt bubbles up in his chest and he has to swallow it down before he starts crying right there.
“I don’t wanna hurt her.” His voice is quiet. Weak, almost. You slide your stool closer to him, trying to offer some sort of comfort in your presence.
“I know you don’t,” you nod softly and place one hand on his back, the other wrapped around his bicep in a form of side-hug. “But not being honest with her is going to hurt more in the long run.”
Silence hangs thick in the air as he contemplates your words.
“I want a fuckin’ drink,” Lip laughs softly, an almost self-deprecating quality to it. He knows it must sound redundant at this point, how many times he’s shown up in your kitchen, confiding in you just how much he wants to drink and forget his problems.
“How about some creamer in your coffee?”
He snorts softly at the suggestion but nods.
“Yeah. Ok.” Lip pushes his mug closer to you, watching the little splashes of creamer and the swirls of the coffee. He sighs deeply, running his hand roughly through his hair. “Shit was never this complicated with you.”
“Yes it was,” you scoff and raise a brow at him. “You have a terrible memory if you think it wasn’t complicated with us.”
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gallavichfanficlibrary · 11 months ago
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Shameless Big Bang Round 12 Posting Schedule
Hi everyone! @whaticameherefor here. I've taken over running the latest round of the @shamelessbigbang but unfortunately I don't have access to the blog. So, I'm posting the schedule here. Please reblog and spread the word and get ready for the Big Bang!
2/16 - Waste My Time by @flamingbluepanda with art by @michellemisfit
2/17 - Never Been Knotted by @real-tentacool and @batty4steddie with art by @gallavichonly
2/18 - House of Horrors by @mickeyheartian with art by @mikcrymilkovich
2/19 - A Mother’s Love: A Magical Secret by @sweetbee78 with art by @artbyaleksandr
2/20 - Broken Things by @sickness-health-all-that-shit / with art by @cal-tastrophe
2/21 - Bridge of SIGHS by @notherenewjersey with art by @suzy-queued
2/22 - Where the gay weiners go by @spacerockwriting with art by @gallavichonly
2/23 - i’m not the way i was by @sam-loves-seb with art by @technotrousers
2/24 - Once Upon A Tire Iron by @arrowflier with art by @loftec
2/25 - Last Night at the Verona Grand Hotel by @the-rat-wins art by @deedala
2/26 - The Creamery by @ms-moonlight-inn with art by @filorux
2/27 - King of the Southside by @rayrayor with art by @filorux
2/28 - Wanderlust: Before the 90 Days by @aeliagioia with art by @loftec
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em-harlsnow · 6 months ago
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all my works - the master list!
here's a list of all my current works on AO3:
what I'm currently working on: iron bars
fluff/humour:
only you (not your brother) - someone mistakes Mickey and Lip for being married, and neither are very happy about that
butterflies - a collection of small, sweet actions in their married life
I like taking pictures (as long as you're in them) - Ian has many photos of Mickey on his phone and Lip discovers them
Welcome Home (outside POV) - all the Gallaghers' reactions for Mickey coming home from prison in season 10
I see you as you see yourself (outside POV) - Fiona's boyfriend Sean's point of view on Gallavich in season 6 as if they never broke up
study group (outside POV) - Liam's view on gallavich and Mickey when his friends come over, plus their reactions to them
old love (outside POV) - Trevor runs into Ian and Mickey in a coffee shop
moments - my Tumblr drabbles all in one place
mostly fluff, light angst:
you're all talk - mickey talks a lot, and not many people realise it. Ian just loves it
Gallaghers and group chats - text conversations between various Gallagher family members over the years (ranging from snapchats between gallavich and a family group chat)
not everything's a struggle - Mickey still suffers from his childhood injuries even years later, and Ian convinces him to get some help
Mystery of Artist Mickey Milkovich - Ian discovering old drawings that Mickey made of him
what do you know? (outside POV) - Tami gets snowed in with the Gallaghers and learns about Ian and Mickey
angst:
It's Dark Tonight (will you stay?) - Ian witnesses Mickey getting hurt by Terry and takes him back to the Gallagher house to look after him set in season 3 (MY FIRST EVER FIC)
motherhood and what comes of it - mickey's mother returns after all these years and wants to see mickey set in season 10
iron bars (WIP) - Ian and mickey's time in prison in season 9, including difficult conversations and playfully reuniting
dark times - mickey dealing with a panic attack while Ian helps
miscellaneous:
I'll fight everyone but you (AU) - Ian and mickey are in opposing gangs and have to work out how to be together
white knights and friends - just a season 3 ep 5 canon divergence of mickey protecting mandy (my absolute least favourite of all, I wrote it in like an hour and never checked it over)
cardinal sin is a vivid red - depiction of mickey's feelings when Ian leaves for the army (I tried to use a different writing style)
heard you could save me (AU) (WIP) (not updated often, but will be eventually)- superpower AU where Ian and mickey are enemies who slowly become something more
group projects:
s'more of you (AU) (WIP) - Mickey and Ian meet for the first time when they work at a camp together in the summer
my personal faves (should I have favourites of my own work?):
motherhood and what comes of it
welcome home
iron bars
Gallaghers and group chats
dark times
love you all, I'll be editing this as I go!
<3
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deathclassic · 5 months ago
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Chapter Nine: The Rock Show
from our fic 'Mixed in the Key of Emo'
read from the start here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57336562/chapters/145855384
Chapter Summary
Ian’s family thinks he’s at the symphony—not in a seedy club. It’s the type of place Ian would normally not stick a foot in, even with a tetanus shot. But he is here with Mickey and Ian is learning to let go and have fun. Watching Mickey—away from the park, away from his dad—takes Ian’s breath away. Both boys are taking chances with each other.
But at the end of the evening, Mickey’s world comes crashing down as he finds Terry at home waiting for him. He has found out one of Mickey’s secrets and is determined to make his queer son pay.
@spacerockwriting @rayrayor @runawaybrainsc
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snowyballlz · 2 years ago
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|| Lip Gallagher x reader
Requested by my friend @quacksilvxr xx
Warnings: F!oral sex, P in V sex, Pet names(sweetheart and darling)
Summary: your failing math and your teacher has given you a partner to tutor with, little do you know its your best friends older brother that you hate.
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“This is the fifth time you have failed math y/n!” your teacher says in a disappointing tone. you prop yourself up onto your desk and roll your eyes “i couldn’t give two shits miss” you lean you head back.
“language young miss!” your teacher rolls her eyes, i’ve found you a tutor and he’s going to help you, “but miss-” you say in an exaggerated tone “no buts young miss ill send him out to find you when school is over”.
you groan as you slide off the desk walking out the classroom flipping off the teacher, you walk out of the school lighting a cigarette taking a drag from it.
“hey you shouldn’t be smoking in school” a familiar voice says, “oh go cry about it” you chuckle talking another long drag from the cigarette, the person sits beside you and its none other then your best friend Ian.
you hand him the cigarette watching him as he takes a drag from it “ugh my teacher got me a tutor because i’m failing math” you grab the cigarette from your best friend taking another drag from it.
“why not just skip?” the red haired boy suggests, you sigh laying your head on his shoulder “my parents will kill me if i fail again you know what their like” you hand him the cigarette.
it was after school and you were putting your books into your locker “your teacher said i needed to tutor you” a voice says, you slam your locker door shut looking at the figure in front of you.
“oh fuck no” you roll your eyes walking away “cmon y/n i don’t like this anymore then you do, just come over and we can get this over and done with” he follows you.
you turn around to face him “whatever phillip Gallagher ill be around later” you flip him off walking away.
you had just arrived at the Gallagher house trying to mentally prepare yourself for whats about to come, you knock on the door and Fiona answers.
“Oh hi y/n!” she greets excitedly “Ian isn’t here he’s actually at work” you roll your eyes and sigh “actually I’m here for lip” you cross your arms together “oh um well okay” she says confused “LIP!” fiona screams out “Y/NS HERE FOR YOU” you scoff as you watch him walk down the stairs sliding a shirt on over his head.
“hey just come upstairs” he grins. you were sitting on his bed and grabbed your bag and pulled out some books “so math huh?” lip chuckles “yeah i know I’m failing you don’t have to rub it in”.
some time had passed and you had started to get the hang of it “it’s getting hot you don’t mind if i take my shirt off?” lip questions, you scoff “yeah whatever”.
he takes his shirt off and you couldn’t help but stare at his body, the way his abs looked, his triangle tattoo, you were so focused on the boys body.
“huh like what you see?” lip smirks and raises his eyebrows, you quickly snap back to reality looking up at him “fuck off Phillip” you scoff looking away from him.
“thats it” lip sits by your side throwing your books onto the floor “why do you hate me so much y/n” his brow furrowed, “your annoying” she groans looking at him in the eyes.
you look down at his lips then back up to his eyes and before you knew it your lips were on his, lip began to kiss back “wait what will Ian think of this?” he looks down at you.
“i don’t care” you says as you quickly put your lips on his shoving your tongues down eachothers throats, you climbed on his lap straddling him. he puts his hands on your waist kissing you back before ripping off your shirt.
you quickly unclasp your bra and he kisses you down your neck leaving deep purple marks then sucks on your breasts, you let out a moan and quickly cover your mouth.
“don’t cover your mouth sweetheart” he looks up to you, he stops and lays you down on the bed pulling your pants down and begins playing with your clit through the fabric.
“look at how wet you are for me and i didn’t even think you liked me” lip chuckles as he props your knees up and gets between your legs. he begins kissing your thighs leaving purple marks yet again.
you moan at the friction and tilt your head backwards. he then gets to your wet cunt and licks your pussy with the fabric in between him and your cunt.
you moan once again “please” you grip his hair and tilt your head backwards. “please what darling?” he questions “e-eat me out please” you plead.
he moves your panties exposing your cunt, he licks your clit causing you to moan more, he sticks one finger in your hole causing you to gasp at the sudden feeling gripping his hair harder.
he soon inserts another finger causing you to almost go over the edge “i-i’m gonna cum” you say between shaky breaths
“cum on my fingers you can do it” he says while licking your clit. before you knew it your thighs clasped around his head, your head tilted backwards and your legs were shaking.
he pulled his fingers out and licked them right in front of you. kissing you hard once more him shoving his tongue down your throat. you heard the sound of a belt unbuckle and before you knew it his pants and boxers were on the floor.
he slid into your already really wet hole slowly going back and forth to get you adjusted to his cock, once you were comfortable with the feeling he began to thrust into you hard.
you wrapped your legs around his back making out with him hard. you soon felt another orgasam coming on “i-i’m gonna cum again” you moan loudly into his mouth
“just wait a little longer y/n im about to finish” he says. he starts thrusting harder and faster making you hit your climax and as you were riding that high he came into your hole breathing heavily.
he slides out and lays down next to you. “Ians gonna kill me” you look over towards lip “he doesn’t have to know” lip winks at you and smiles “i cant believe i just did that” you stare into his eyes “i knew you wanted this darling” he chuckles looking up at the roof.
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theapangea · 1 year ago
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OK hopefully this is a good enough ask
But could you maybe do a drabble about lip and innocent reader cockwarming during a movie
- Jess🦋
Ok Jess... you definitely did not disappoint. Hope you enjoy my love <3!! FYI this does have smut as per request so 18+/Minors DNI!!
It wasn't the intention of both of you to end up in this situation. With Lip's throbbing cock inserted into your sweet pussy. Sure you and Lip have fooled around a couple of times, touching, licking, sucking - but never him being inside of you. You've never had sex before, never even though about sex that much other than health class at school, never before Lip. But here you are with Lip's dick fully inside of you. Squeezing your thighs together as your juices continue to flow.
He isn't even moving, just holding you close as his eyes are fixated on the movie. How can he be so calm about this?
Lip is patience with you, has been very patience with you as you have been wanting to take it extremely slow. Lip knows you don't have much experience in the sex department so just waits for you to initiate things. Thankfully for him, this is a step in the right direction.
Lip does everything possible to make you comfortable. Taking his time as he grinned his growing member against your ass. The dry humping lasted a while until your panties were completely soaked. Neither of you really talking as Lip pushed down your shorts and panties, exposing your bare ass. Caressing your cheeks before sliding his cock in-between them.
Moving slowly as he cups your ass cheek to spread open. Your entrance tingling from the cool air that now coats it. His tip, leaking from the anticipation, gliding easily between your folds. Soft moans escapes your lips, thankfully the television was loud enough where no one else could hear you.
Soaking up every minute with you, finally pushing in gently. Your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Head buried into the crook of his elbow as you whine from the sharp pain. Your juices helping to lubricate the foreign object.
Controlling your breath as Lip inserts himself fully inside, thrusting a couple of times to help ease the pain. Stopping when his hips can't move anymore.
Wrapping his arms around you once more, placing small kisses on the back of your head as you both go back to watching the movie.
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Let me know what you think!! Thank you for the request!! <3
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buggybambi · 10 months ago
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Lip x reader best friends to lovers where reader was in a relationship with a guy that everyone knew was a jerk besides her. She has like prom or if in college some like sorority event or something and like hours before it starts, she finds out he was cheating and dumps him… she thinks she’s going to have to go alone, and then right as she’s all sad and getting ready to leave, lip shows up all dressed up nice with flowers ready to be her date 😭 like it would be so precious because he usually has this like “cool guy” exterior but would so totally do anything for someone he loves 🥹
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soft shell | lip gallagher
omg my love thank you for requesting this!! i hope my writing does your amazing request justice 🫶🏻 | wc: 387 - nav post
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Lip Gallagher was not the person you had intended on seeing tonight, not this early anyway. Your plans for the evening had been simple - go to prom, have fun with your boyfriend, then meet with Lip and eat fast food while you talk.
The only problem with your plan of having fun with your boyfriend was he already had plans. In bed, kissing another girl. A girl who wasn’t you.
Lip had been your best friend for years. He had been your solace, your rock, your everything. He was the first one you told about your boyfriend, John.
Your friends had been trying to convince you all night to come to prom anyway. Forget about the scene you just witnessed and have fun with them instead. But that was easier said then done.
You weren’t expecting the knock on your front door, pulling you out of your sobbing. Wiping your cheeks dry from any tears, you slowly open the door. Half of you was expecting John, begging for your forgiveness. The other half knew that wasn't going to happen.
Maybe now that you and him had broken up, you were starting to see the warning signs. You knew none of your friends liked him, most of all Lip who had a grimace anytime John invited himself to your plans.
Speaking of Lip, he's on your doorstep. In a suit, holding a bouquet of flowers. He turns, smiling and looking you up at down. There's a fascination in his eyes, like he's admiring you.
"Lip? Why are you here?" You question, your mutual friends had to have been talking about you and John breaking up and Lip had to have heard about it, right?
"I'm taking you to prom. Lauren called." Lauren, one of your close friends who happened to know Lip. "She told me about what that douche did to you. I'll kick his ass if you want-" He begins, but your laugh cuts him off.
"Lip. You got dressed up and came here just for me?" You ask through giggles, tears forming in your eyes as you wrap your arms around him. "Thank you. I really.. I really appreciate it." Translation: I think I'm in love with you.
"Just doing what I can." He says softly as he hugs back. Translation: I love you, too.
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NEW YEAR, SAME OLD MISTAKES, lip gallagher
chapter four of borderline, lip x bsf!reader (nickname: MK)
TAGS & WARNINGS → MATURE 18+. angst & fluff, smoking (🍃+🚬), oblivious idiots, adri psychoanalyzing lip, sad reader.
CHAPTER SUMMARY → you're left reeling after a kiss you never saw coming, with a boy who remembers nothing of the night. grappling with the outcome of the karen situation, lip decides to apply to MIT.
A/N → here she is!! got this chapter out quicker than i thought i would honestly. enjoy!!
WC → 2.7k
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It’s nearly three in the morning now. After getting Lip to bed and helping Adri clean up from the party, you’ve been relegated to the fire pit in her backyard while you smoke down a prerolled joint from your bag. “Do I really have to?” you ask, only teasing her. “It’s freezing out here.”
“You know how my parents are about that,” she responds, standing a good five feet away as she pulls one of the chairs back. “Don’t care if it’s legal, they’d be pissed if they smelled it.”
You smile in return, taking a deep hit before blowing it out. The warm smoke soothes you, melting away the anxieties you’ve been losing yourself in all day. “They don’t really care if you smoke though? And they’re not even here…”
Adri shrugs. The way you’re avoiding mention of what you’re really out here to talk about doesn’t go unnoticed, but she knows not to push it. She’ll let you come around in your own time, or you’ll share the joint with her and she’ll bug you until you open up. 
Either way, Adri will get to play therapist. She’s looking at you from across the fire pit, the flames keeping the winter chill at bay. You decide to get it out of the way. 
“He kissed me,” you tell her. You take another deep drag, watching her face contort in shock, confusion, and something akin to horror. For everything the night has brought, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at her reaction. 
“Pass me the fucking blunt,” she grumbles, scooting a bit closer. You laugh again, tendrils of smoke spilling from the corners of your mouth. You toss the altoids tin in your lap to Adri, it holds another joint along with your mini lighter. She lights the thing and inhales, wrinkles her nose at the taste of the smoke, and coughs out a question for you. “So, how did that happen huh?”
You stay quiet for a minute, lingering in the warm feeling in your chest. “I don’t know, really. He kinda just… did?” Your eyes meet Adri’s as you take another hit, fingers pinching the filtered end. She gives you that look, and you know you have to elaborate. “I was telling him that I’ll always be there for him,” you add, voice quieter this time. 
Her brow pinches and you can tell she’s thinking, running over any and every concept she’s learned in her pursuance of psychology that could explain tonight’s events. Despite your aversion to studying the subject, you appreciate Adri’s encyclopedic knowledge and rational nature, it keeps you grounded. 
“Loss for words? Or is the joint already kicking your ass,” you tease.
Adri shakes her head, “he didn’t say anything? Just kissed you?” She takes a hit from the joint and the smoke goes down easier this time.
“He was kinda yellin’ at me?” you tell her, watching as Adri rolls her eyes. “he said don’t you ever leave me, and then he kissed me”
Adri hums, nodding slowly. “Do you think he loves Karen? Or, do you think he loves you.”
Your brow furrows at the mention of her name, thinking back on the events of the night. Lip’s cold fingers wrapped around your arm, warm lips on yours. The way he tasted like whiskey. And regret. The way his body curved into yours, pressing into your heat as he kissed you. The way you kissed him back. 
“Adri, I love him,” you admit. You’ve never said it aloud before. As you bring the joint to your lips you feel a shiver run down your body, not from the cold. You love Lip Gallagher. God, you’re in deep.
The two of you are quiet for a moment longer, the relative silence of the night shrouds you. The only sounds are that of the cold breeze, the crackling of the fire pit, and your breathing. You miss the inner city for a moment, the bustle and noise, it’s never quiet. Even at this hour. You never feel alone.
“So theres this thing called attachment theory.” You raise an eyebrow and she continues. “He was neglected as a child, yeah?”
“Jesus Adri–”
“Stay with me,” she urges, taking a hit before stubbing out the blunt on the chair’s arm. Careful fingers place it back into your altoids tin along with the lighter. “When children aren’t given what they need in early development, they form a disorganized attachment style. You’ve always been secure for him,  and he doesnt know how to tell  between his feelings for you and for Karen.”
You scowl, tucking your knees up in the chair and holding your hand out for the tin. If Adri won’t finish that joint, you sure as hell will. You need it more than she does anyway. Another deep inhale of the bitter, citrusy smoke numbs the butterflies in your stomach long enough to ask quietly, “so, he probably doesn’t feel the same?”
She shakes her head, “that’s not what I said. All I’m saying is that, especially with the baby in the mix, he’s got this sort of cognitive dissonance going on. Theres you, and theres Karen, and there was supposed to be a baby. I’m sure fatherhood is important to him?”
You nod along, remembering the videos he was taking for his unborn son, the sweet smile on his face when he talked about painting a nursery for Karen, the baby sneakers he bought in preparation. You know in your heart that Lip is more devastated that he’s ever been.
“There’s a sense of responsibility too, to step up and be a father, no matter the situation. He got so attached to the idea that he didn’t know what to do when it fell apart.”
You sigh, head resting in your hand as you think it over. You understand, his life hasn’t been easy. You know how much he wanted this baby, and how much he wanted to make a life with Karen. You scowl. “He was forcing it, though.” Now it’s Adri’s turn to nod along, “she’s not right for him, and I’m right here, I’m right in front of him and I have been for years. But he doesn’t see it.”
Her lips purse and you let her think, smoking down the joint, it’s nearly finished now. “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re right in front of him.”
You roll your eyes, “Adri–you know I love you–are you blind? We see each other every day, literally. I don’t think I’ve gone a week without him since I was five years old.”
“You haven’t said anything though, have you?” she asks. You’re silent in return. “Exactly. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. ”
“What–” you swallow, your throat thick. You pretend it’s from the smoke, you pretend you don’t understand. “What does that mean?”
You know you’re lying. Adri knows you’re lying. You wait to see if she’ll call your bluff.
“He looks at you like you hung his moon and stars,” she tells you bluntly, deep brown eyes locking with yours. “He doesn’t want to ruin what you two have, and neither do you. You’re stuck in between.”
It hits you sharply, an overwhelming feeling flooding your body while a lump forms in your throat. Statistically, there are few outcomes where he stays. Where your relationship stays, or changes for the better. Many, many roads seem to lead to a desolate end. To growing apart, to never speaking again, to watching the boy you love stay trapped in the wrong relationship. Your eyes well with tears. 
“I don’t– I-I dunno how to tell him, Adri,” you whisper.
She moves closer to you, standing from her seat to stand at your side. You’ve stubbed out your joint now, flicked the filtered end into the fire pit and watched it burn up. Adri’s hand on your knee grounds you, she comes down into your space and takes one of your hands. “You’re a good person, MK. You’re an empathetic person. But you need to protect your heart. If you let him keep it for too long, it could end up shattered.”
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By four, Lip is awake and apologetic. By five, the two of you are sitting on your roof, sharing a cigarette. A small space heater in your window blows warm air onto your backs, and your head is tilted up to the sky. 
“Y’know, that’s the first time I ain’t had a new years kiss since I was… thirteen, I think?”
You swallow around the lump in your throat, reminding yourself you saw it coming. He has a tendency to drink until his brain shuts out the memories. He’s done it over lesser blights.
“Don’t really care about your romantic prospects, Gallagher,” you snap, holding out your hand for the cigarette. 
Lip passes it to you silently, he looks hurt. You don’t apologize. 
“Yeah well,” he scoffs after a moment’s time. “You’ll be happy to know shit’s done with Kar– Karen.” The way he stumbles over the fond nickname doesn’t go unnoticed either. “I’m not pickin’ up when she calls. That is if she calls, psycho cunt.”
You roll your eyes and take a drag from the cig he handed you. You lean back until your shoulders rest on the roof tile. You relax your body for the first time in a while, comforted by the moon above you. It wouldn’t be so bad it he was close by, if Lip used his potential here in Chicago. “You know, you could always apply–”
“What if I went to MIT?” he blurts out. You’re sure you’re hearing things. 
You force yourself to take a deep breath first. Four counts in and four counts out, like you’re at the barre again. Years later, the training sticks with you. “Massachussets. Lip, that would be…” you trail off, swallowing thickly and taking a drag of the woody smoke before passing the cig back. The end was burning your fingers anyway. “That would be amazing. Have you finished the application?”
Lip stubs out the cigarette, his fingers itching for another only to meet the memory of his empty pack. He shakes his head. “You got a cig? Chainsmoking helps the hangover.”
Now it’s your turn to scoff, you move the heater to crawl through your window, then beckon him back inside. He knows to lower the window to a crack when stepping back in, slumping into one of the two chairs you keep by your window. You think briefly on how you’ve always needed that second chair, lip over to smoke at your house just as often as you were at his. A constant presence. You’ll miss him. 
You hold out your pack of american spirits, turquoise. Lip wrinkles up his nose but takes the thing anyway, “these taste like fuckin’ cardboard MK.” 
At least after everything that happened last night, he’s still the same old Lip. That’s good, you tell yourself. It’s not convincing. 
You just roll your eyes and hold up your lighter, flicking it on as you draw your faces closer together to light both cigs at once. After a drag to soothe your nerves you tell him, “you have a personal statement from your UChi app, right?” You turn toward your desk and open your laptop, sitting it on your thighs as you cross your legs. “And your SAT records?”
Lip nods, “yeah I got ‘em, saved on my school account I think?”
You pass your computer to him then stand up. “Okay. I’m gonna get some snacks, and then we’re gonna get that application done.” His face lights up at the mention of food. “And then we need to finish our packets for AP Lit.” You giggle at the way he rolls his eyes, heading downstairs to find something to whip up. 
The next few hours tick by with comfortable conversation, mini pancakes, and plenty of application questions from Lip. He’s so unaware about some of these things, you wonder how his other applications looked. Well, application. Singular. From what you know, he’s only applied to UChi. And only under your encouragement.
At 6:53 Lip closes your laptop and stretches his limbs, finally finished. The sun is rising outside your windows, and your head lays in his lap. You’d moved down to the living room about half an hour ago, setting up a tray table for the laptop and switching on the TV. Your eyes were fluttering closed a mere ten minutes later, and your head had slumped to his shoulder soon after. You wake when he cards his fingers through your hair, mumbling to you.
“Hey, wake up. Look here,” he shows you an email on his phone, confirming his application was submitted. 
You rub at your eyes groggily, but a smile graces your lips. “Mm, proud of you,” you murmur, sitting up and stretching. “We can go to bed now?”
Lip nods, then wraps his arms around you. “Living in Massachusetts could be nice, I think. Thanks f’everything, MK. Gonna get home, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”
Slumping back onto the couch after he lets go, you nod sleepily. “Mmhm, AP Lit. homework.” You peer up at him as he ruffles your hair with one hand, the other pulling a cig from your pack before tossing it back to you. You ache a bit, watching as he leaves with a little salute.
Only when the door clicks shut do the tears begin to fall. 
Weeks pass one after the next, anxiously waiting for your college decisions. On a chilly March morning you wake in the Gallagher’s living room. Lip is already awake, fixing up something for his younger siblings. You rise from your spot in the recliner, closing the legs and stretching your aching limbs. You shuffle into the kitchen and steal a strip of bacon from the plate on the counter. 
“Can’t believe you let me sleep all night in that chair,” you tease, directed at Lip as you cover Liam’s little ears with your hands to add, “fuck you for that.”
Lip just scoffs, “yeah you’d love that,” he teases, and you open the fridge to hide the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. “Looked real comfy, didn’t wanna wake you. It was like two in the morning anyways.”
At that moment Debbie steps in the door from checking the mail. She screams Lip’s name, making him jump as she runs up, waving a thick red and black envelope. “It’s for you! Look!”
The fridge is closed just as quickly as you opened it, anxiously peering over his shoulder as he fumbles to open the envelope. “Shit! You do it MK, I can’t look.” When he passes it over you notice he’s trembling. With careful hands you tug at the opening flap, pulling out a folder with a letter enclosed. 
You read from the paper, “Phillip Gallagher, congratulations on your acceptance to Massachusets Institute of Technology!” 
You watch Lip’s eyes go wide, fingers reaching for the paper. He scans it over then continues where you left off. “Additionally, you have been selected to receive our presidential scholarship for academic achievement… which will cover the full cost of tuition.”
You hear quick thumps as Fiona and Ian clamber down the stairs. “You got in?” the older asks excitedly.  
“I-I got in… And I got a fuckin’ scholarship,” he states in awe. 
Before Lip can register, Fiona is throwing her arms around him. “Knew you could do it, look at you, a Gallagher goin’ to college!” She holds him at arms length, tears welling in her eyes.
When she finally lets him go, Lip turns to you with a proud smile. “I did it, MK.”
You swallow thickly, forcing a smile. “I’m so proud of you, Lip,” you tell him, pulling him in for a hug of your own. When you pull away you wipe tears from your eyes, hoping the assumption will be that they’re tears of joy. “Gotta go home, get dressed an’ all that. I’ll see you at school.”
You walk quickly from the room, hand covering your mouth to conceal a sob the moment you step out into the morning chill. You’re happy for him, really, you are. But your stomach twists in knots at the thought. You’d applied to a few schools, but your eyes were set on UChi from the beginning. Beautiful campus, and close enough to come home if you wanted. Staying in your city will be nice, but reality has started to settle in. 
It’ll still be your city, just without your best friend. You wonder if it’ll feel emptier. 
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THX 4 READING → this chapter is dedicated to @ariiireads, and is 100% un beta'd :D
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heymacy · 8 months ago
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Ian closes the door behind them. He turns around, plans on asking Mickey if he’d like to talk or eat something or maybe just hang out for a little bit. But before he can do any of those things, Mickey’s lips are on his in a fiery, heated exchange. Pent-up arousal, still simmering. Oh. Well. That works too.
Rating: E
Word Count: 6,605
NEW TAGS: frottage, sexting, phone sex, dates (the activity not the fruit), birthdays
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calummss · 4 months ago
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being in a relationship with cameron monaghan headcanon
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gallavich as girl!dads
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shamelessbigbang · 1 year ago
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Round 12 is here!
Hey guys! Hope you are all doing well here in Tumblandia and out in the real world. It's been a minute but we are happy to announce another round of the Shameless Big Bang! There have been some updates that we're excited to share as we kick off another turn.
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